Wednesday, January 20, 2016

I Carry A Gun...

My dad said
to me, 'Son, there comes a time in every man's life when he stops bustin'
knuckles and starts bustin' caps and usually it's when he becomes too old to
take a whoopin'.

I don't
carry a gun to kill people; I carry a gun to keep from being killed.

I don't carry a
gun because I'm evil; I carry a gun because I have lived long enough to see the
evil in the World.

I don't carry a
gun because I hate the government; I carry a gun because I understand the
limitations of government.

I don't carry a
gun because I'm angry; I carry a gun so that I don't have to spend the rest of
my life hating myself for failing to be prepared.

I don't carry a
gun because I want to shoot someone; I carry a gun because I want to die at a
ripe old age in my bed and not on a sidewalk somewhere tomorrow afternoon.

I don't carry a
gun to make me feel like a man; I carry a gun because men know how to take care
of themselves and the ones they love.

I don't carry a
gun because I feel inadequate; I carry a gun because unarmed and facing three
armed thugs, I am inadequate.

I don't carry a
gun because I love it; I carry a gun because I love life and the people who
make it meaningful to me.

Police protection is an oxymoron: Free citizens must protect themselves
because police do not protect you from crime; they just investigate the crime
after it happens and then call someone in to clean up the mess.

Personally, I carry a gun because I'm too young to die and too
old to take a whoopin!